Gypsy was the name my brother gave a pet turtle he had. I always thought it was so peculiar.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I hate ridiculous names; my weird name has haunted me all my life.
I have a sister and her name is Mimsy, like from 'Alice in Wonderland,' so we've got some strange names in our family.
I was named for my grandmother. It's an evil-eye name, to protect you from bad things.
Tori's my legal name. My niece and nephews, they all call me Aunt Ellen, because I went by my middle name years ago, before I turned 18.
For me, my 'X' replaced the white slave master name of 'Little' which some blue-eyed devil named Little had imposed on my parental forebears.
I grew up in a crazy, gypsy-like household of actors, dancers and loony Broadway people. It was their way of life, and I didn't know anything else.
I love my name. I didn't used to when I was a kid. People called me Lucky Charms, after the breakfast cereal.
The name Sissy came because my brothers called me that.
I've always been a bit of a gypsy.
My grandparents never understood why my mother Noreen chose such exotic names for her children: Damon and me. My granny insisted on calling my brother Dermot - a good Irish name - until she died; I was just known as 'wee one.'